Every year it’s the same story. Winter is long, dark and wet. A good couple of months of total dullness.
As the good Swedes we are we’re bashing the crap out if it when the honeymoon is over. People, including myself, state _EACH_ winter that moving to a warmer place must be better.
But, as soon as the sun returns and we know spring is on the way, It’s like winter never even happened at all.
EVERY year is the same story.